Lyric

Walking down the winding path

Through the narrow alleyway

Sixteen summers, you and me

Together running to the bay

The warm sea breeze on my skin

With the salty scent of waves within

Barefoot walking on the sand

Watching boats drift near the land

The ocean wind brushes my youthful face

The waves crash on my innocent ways

Now at forty-seven, I look back

Stepping again on that same sandy track

The warm sea breeze still blows around

The ocean waves forever make their sound

Reflections shimmer on the water’s face

A few gray hairs, life’s worn grace

I walk and sway, I stroll and sway

As if I’ve returned to that youthful day

The blazing sun in the sky

An ice pop melting in my hand

Sixteen’s long summer days

Under a cloudless, blue expanse

Lying down upon the shore

Every muscle lazy, wanting more

Holding seashells to my ear

Endless echoes I could hear

The ocean breeze tangled my hair

The waves soaked my anxious stare

Now at forty-seven, I look back

Stepping again on that same sandy track

The warm sea breeze still blows around

The ocean waves forever make their sound

Reflections shimmer on the water’s face

A few gray hairs, life’s worn grace

I walk and sway, I stroll and sway

As if I’ve returned to that youthful day

Now at forty-seven, I look back

Stepping again on that same sandy track

The warm sea breeze still blows around

The ocean waves forever make their sound

Reflections shimmer on the water’s face

A few gray hairs, life’s worn grace

I walk and sway, I stroll and sway

As if I’ve returned to that youthful day